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For Bob Dylan On His 70th Birthday
by Richard Davis
From the beginning
you created your own myth.
You became the man
of many masks,
the mystic poet
the jack of hearts
minstrel of the blues
prophet of doom
preacher of truth
conscience of a nation.
You are the trickster
of legend and fable
who broke the rules
of society to show us
the true reality.
You are the shaman who
travels to other worlds
of the imagination to bring
back the ancient truths
and reveal them to us
in poetry and song.
You sang for the outcast
the stargazer,
the dreamer
the lovers
the rebel
you were the voice
of those who had none.
Go on into the twilight,
go on as you have always done,
refusing to believe
in anyone or anything
but the truth
of your own heart.
08/05/2011 Posted on 08/05/2011
Copyright © 2024 Richard Davis
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 08/06/11 at 01:09 AM What an absolutely love birthday tribute! I'm sure he'd love it if he could read it; so nicely done! |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/06/11 at 02:09 AM Awesome tribute. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/06/11 at 10:00 AM In addition to all the things you've written, I might have added a lil sump'n sump'n about how he bends pure vibration taut, almost to a snapping point. I swear that's part of his artistry, to hang right on the edge of pitch without hitting the next half step down. I've tried (and failed) forever to apply a descriptive to his voice that works. Like, maybe it's a southern twang. Nope. Maybe he's just singing flat. Nope (because what he does works, and flat doesn't). Maybe it's a drug or alcohol slur. Nope. So that would be my only wistful wish in this piece, to describe that odd magic he projects when he sings. :) |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/11/13 at 07:35 PM Worthy accurate capture of the man, Richard. Glad to see this make Poem Of The Day also. Congrats and thanks all round! |
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